Cavaliere in armatura splendente

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

"Invece di essere una principessa protetta, voglio essere un cavaliere onnipotente, che stia orgogliosamente al fianco del mio amato principe e che superi con lui tutti gli ostacoli".
-- Dalla dichiarazione d'amore di Mia Anderson
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Mia Anderson, che era scappata dalla sua classe, corse più veloce che poté attraverso il campus, corse a destra e a sinistra per evitare la sicurezza della scuola e si fermò all'ingresso posteriore della scuola.
L'ingresso posteriore della scuola era sempre stato la sua base, ogni volta che voleva scappare dalla classe veniva qui, perché il muro su questo lato era relativamente basso e con la sua forza di salto poteva saltarlo molto facilmente.
Mia fece qualche passo indietro e infine saltò con la velocità di uno sprint di cento metri. Nel momento in cui atterrò a terra, vide un ragazzo dai capelli biondi sdraiato a terra, con gli occhi chiusi, apparentemente in un bel sogno.
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Una cosa morbida gli premeva sul viso.
Uh ......
È così pesante!
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L'altro uomo saltò improvvisamente in piedi e gli diede uno schiaffo: "Pervertito!".
Liam Hayes ricevette lo schiaffo con forza e si bloccò.
Guardò Mia e i suoi occhi blu si restrinsero leggermente.
SMolVoG al*lRo$rRa KMiBa. isnVcontKrcò_ ib szuoAiT Woóc&cAhyiI.
Aveva i capelli biondi e gli occhi azzurri, il suo viso era bello, le linee dei suoi lineamenti erano come gli intagli più perfetti del mondo, davano alla gente una sensazione di selvatichezza ma non mancavano di fascino, facendo provare naturalmente un po' di soggezione.
Mia era la sua aura resa un po' debole: "Non significa che sono una vera ragazza, sei davvero scortese con me".
Liam finalmente parlò, con voce bassa ma gentile: "Maleducata? Chi è caduto dal cielo e ha rovinato i miei sogni?".
"pÈn Fl'$oraw dwi l'ezionCeh, comeu )pYuoviZ Onhonz habnrdZasreZ in clgarssse, ijnLv,ecVeD Gd!i RdWormUiMrOeT quiF,v _qwuzestoy !è dunq cioVm&porYt'ameRnCtMoO dai yassemnteXicstéa".d
Liam chiese: "Se è ora di lezione, perché sei qui?".
"IO IO IO ......" Mia balbettò, infine si sfogliò con sicurezza la coda di cavallo: "Te l'ha detto la sorella, ho saltato la lezione, posso anche prendere la prima elementare, capricciosa e allora?".
Liam non aveva intenzione di discutere con lei e le disse con freddezza: "Ragazza, ora puoi alzarti".
Mipa &siA hr'esQe$ éconXtoX adJi JeLsseTre) sBe&dfuYtYa& su'lla sua vitaN.c
Era una posizione imbarazzante, arrossì e si alzò in fretta, ma inciampò perché si muoveva troppo e saltò di nuovo addosso a Liam.
Poi ......
Il fulmine del cielo colpì la terra!
Si psono )bafcLiatiiB gper (sbawgl'iho!c
OMG!
Mia saltò come se fosse stata fulminata!
Si coprì la bocca con entrambe le mani, il suo viso arrossì come una fiamma. Quel tocco caldo e meraviglioso di poco prima le riverberava ancora nel cuore.
AsDpReÉtAtTa, ayspeÉttaA ..F..A.r.
Bello il mio culo!
Questo non è nemmeno il bacio dei suoi sogni, ok?
Dopo molto tempo, Mia sbuffò e indicò il naso di Liam: "Bastardo, tu, tu, tu, tu, ......".
Erxa iól suo pMrhigmSo bfamczio er l'nha piers*o così!c
"Dannazione!" Mia era così arrabbiata che le lacrime stavano per sgorgare.
Anche se la questione era dovuta alla sua imprudenza, era comunque molto arrabbiata: "Moccioso, perché non mi lasci andare?".
"Voglio ancora chiedertelo, ragazza morta!". Il volto di Liam era freddo: "Il mio primo bacio è stato rubato da te, come pensi di compensare la mia perdita?".

L'amore è fatto di due persone che si danno l'un l'altra, come posso nascondermi dietro di te e godere dell'amore che mi dai? Per essere un buon partito per te, devo cercare di diventare una principessa, in modo che tutte le persone che ridono di me perché sono un'arrampicatrice si zittiscano. -Titolo
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"Cosa hai da perdere?" Mia Anderson incrociò le braccia con rabbia: "Ovviamente sei tu ad approfittarne".
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Riflettendoci, Liam sembrò realizzare: "Stai cercando di attirare la mia attenzione di proposito, vero?".
KAO, ho visto ragazzi egocentrici, ma non ho mai visto ragazzi così egocentrici e senza senso della vergogna!
Mia stava per discutere con lui, ma dopo aver guardato l'ora, disse: "Hmph, non dire a nessuno di oggi".
Pofi Nh*aL fkaYtPtop Yun gieZsto! ndPiH O"célincJkH"I: "SeB osCi spDamrÉlPa!rmnFe !in^ pubblijcWo, Qti speGzzoÉ il$ clonllHor!K"_.
Dopo aver detto questo, si è girata velocemente ed è corsa verso l'ingresso.
Liam si mise a sedere, appoggiato al muro, con gli occhi azzurri che fissavano le sue spalle lontane.
Per molto tempo, alzò la mano e si toccò le labbra.
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Inoltre, questa ragazza sembra molto interessante, sembra che questo periodo a casa non sia così noioso come pensava.
All'improvviso, il suo cellulare squillò e lui guardò il numero sconosciuto sul cellulare, cambiando sguardo.
Dopo un po' rispose e dal telefono uscì una voce roca: "Dove sei stato? Presto ci sarà uno scontro a fuoco, non venire subito".
Liatm sorrriskeS ul!egygleXrqmxexntea,u l!a csuxa Jvoc)e Yera zbasQsa Jma ec&ceJziOo_n_aIlme$nMtjev Gb!eslZlPa: j".ArfrjiXvÉo subUitUos"d.,
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Mia corse fino al pub non lontano dalla Starlight Academy, era la prima volta che veniva in un posto così rumoroso.
All'interno, le luci lampeggiavano e un gruppo di uomini e donne ballavano e bevevano come matti.
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Nel box, un ragazzo con una cicatrice sul viso, di circa diciotto o diciannove anni, stava fumando una sigaretta con le gambe incrociate, con due guardie del corpo sedute accanto a lui e cinque o sei delinquenti in piedi dietro di lui.
"Sono già qui, dov'è Stella Zhang?". Mia guardò dritto verso il ragazzo seduto al centro.
Si chiamava Blade, era un delinquente di un'altra accademia, era solito imbrogliare, cinque giorni fa ha molestato apertamente la sua migliore amica Stella Zhang, quindi è stato picchiato da Mia.
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Le è stato detto di recarsi al pub entro mezz'ora e, dato che aveva poco preavviso e non aveva contanti con sé, è dovuta venire a piedi.
Blade guarda l'orologio: "Sei in ritardo di dieci minuti e, secondo le regole, dovresti inginocchiarti e inchinarti a me".
Mia aggrottò le sopracciglia e disse con forza: "Voglio vedere Stella, e se le manca un capello, ti raderò a zero".
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Ma non poté fare a meno di alzare la mano e toccarsi la testa, aveva davvero paura di essere rasato a zero, dopotutto la donna davanti a lui era una "non umana", un diavolo femmina con una potenza esplosiva.
"Basta con le stronzate, voglio vedere Stella".
Mia, non più paziente, fece tre passi verso Blade.
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Tuttavia, Mia si fece avanti in modo aggressivo, le guardie del corpo e i delinquenti intorno a Blade si precipitarono, ma lei ne prese uno in una mano, ne scalciò via uno e arrivò di fronte a Blade in meno di qualche secondo.
Afferrò il colletto di Blade e con l'altra mano gli tolse la sigaretta dalla bocca e gliela puntò in faccia: "Ti do tre minuti, se non vedo Stella, questo mozzicone ti brucerà la faccia!".
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Blade ha sentito che le gambe sono molli, non pensava di aver invitato questi due chiamati i più forti gangster adulti, ma di fronte a Mia Anderson è diventato immediatamente inutile. Ha immediatamente implorato il perdono: "Qualcosa di buono da discutere, come dice il proverbio, le persone colpite non colpiscono la faccia, la mia faccia ......".
Mia Anderson gli avvicina la mano al viso: "La mia richiesta non è abbastanza chiara da capire?".
"Abbastanza chiara e comprensibile". Blade urlò più forte che poteva verso i delinquenti che erano a terra: "Portate qui Stella Zhang e Ryan Lee".
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Mentre si scatenavano, uno di loro vide arrivare un bel ragazzo dai capelli biondi e dagli occhi azzurri, e subito si fece avanti e tirò il braccio dell'altro: "Lucas Monroe, perché vieni adesso, vai a salvare la situazione!".
Lucas Monroe allontanò con impazienza la mano dell'altro: "Con chi ti sei messo contro questa volta?".
"Vai a vedere, le donne di solito perdono il giudizio quando vedono la tua faccia, questo è il momento migliore per te per uscire allo scoperto". L'altro disse, mentre prendeva un drink al bar, ci mise dentro una pillola e la porse a Lucas: "Entra e fai prima finta di scusarti, lascia che l'altra beva e poi occupati di lei".
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Lucas in cuor suo disprezzava, ma prese comunque il bicchiere. Questi teppisti sono sempre stati arroganti, in questo campo sono quasi imbattibili. Il fatto che oggi lo abbiano chiamato per salvare la situazione significa che questa volta il loro avversario era ancora più forte. Voleva vedere che tipo di persona era.
Quando Lucas entrò nel box, rimase scioccato dalla scena che vide: c'erano persone sdraiate sul pavimento e una ragazza con la coda di cavallo afferrò il colletto di Blade con una mano e gli puntò un mozzicone di sigaretta in faccia, facendo un gesto minaccioso.
Una ragazza ha davvero una forza di combattimento così forte, Lucas non è la prima volta che la vede, ma in una città così piccola è la prima volta che la incontra. Solo ...... Perché la schiena dell'altra parte sembra così familiare?
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"Sei tu?"
Entrambi rimasero scioccati allo stesso tempo.
Blade vide che sembravano conoscersi, ma in quel momento non aveva il tempo di indagare a fondo, voleva solo sbarazzarsi della demonessa che aveva di fronte, quindi disse in fretta: "Lucas Monroe, cosa ci fai ancora lì in piedi, perché non ti sbrighi a scusarti con la signora Mia?".
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"Lucas, perché non hai ancora portato qui Stella?". Blade si girò verso Lucas: "Non sta già arrivando? Perché non ti scusi subito con la signorina Mia invece che con me, perché stai sbrodolando, e non mi saluti subito con il vino che hai in mano ......".
Lucas non aspettò che lui finisse, e pronunciò direttamente una frase: "Questa coppa di vino per la signorina Mia non va bene".
"Perché no?"
"UStwelÉlaB ,cciB 'hGa )messkoP udjetn'tfróo quawlcosIa, tXipuo limNe' o póill'ole oI aUltiro",.
Non appena le parole di Lucas lasciarono la sua bocca, Blade imprecò cento volte nella sua mente: "Questo ragazzo è un rompipalle".
Quando Mia Anderson lo sentì, si fece rapidamente avanti e strappò il bicchiere di vino dalle mani di Lucas, stringendogli forte la bocca: "Se non mi consegni Stella, ti darò questo bicchiere di vino".
Il volto di Blade si fece rosso come il fegato di un maiale, allungò il collo e sibilò: "Sbrigati a portare su la gente". Dopo aver detto questo, guardò ferocemente in direzione di Lucas, con un sorriso caricaturale e un gesto di "aspetta e vedrai".

Lucas Monroe, invece, rimase con le braccia conserte intorno al petto, osservando la commedia con grande interesse e anticipando gli sviluppi successivi.
Nel giro di due minuti, Stella Zhang e Ryan Lee sono stati spinti dentro.
"Mia", disse Stella, vedendo Mia Anderson come se fosse un salvavita.
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Era la sua migliore amica fin da quando era bambina, senza alcun dubbio. Nel corso degli anni, aveva fatto del suo meglio per proteggerla. E ora quei teppisti osavano davvero fare i prepotenti con la sua migliore amica, assolutamente intollerabile!
"Stella", disse Mia, tirando Stella da una parte e poi strizzando gli occhi a Ryan, "tu tieni d'occhio Stella, e se lasci che la prendano, sei morto".
Ryan era spaventato dallo sguardo di Mia: anche se era il suo ragazzo, Mia non lo aveva affatto nel cuore. Per lei non era importante nemmeno quanto il dito di Stella.
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Quando fu soddisfatta, Blade cadde a terra e gridò: "Non lo farò mai più, ti prego".
Mia batté le mani e si avvicinò di nuovo a Stella, strattonando con disinvoltura Ryan, che era in piedi accanto a lei, da un lato, prima di mettere le mani sulle spalle di Stella: "Stella, cosa ti porta in un posto come questo?".
"I ...... I ......" Stella guarda con aria di sufficienza lo Sterling Ryan.
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Mia non cerca di costringere Stella a parlare quando è così riluttante a farlo. Come una sorella maggiore, mette in ordine i lunghi capelli disordinati di Stella: "Quando in futuro andrai in posti pericolosi, dovrai chiamarmi, o se ti farai male, non me lo perdonerò!".
Lucas si alzò un po' più dritto.
Guardò questa giovane ragazza forte, il suo cuore ebbe un momento di dolcezza, il suo cuore si gonfiò di sentimenti inspiegabili. Era ovviamente una ragazza dura, quando parlava con Blade era forte e ostile, ma quando aveva appena consolato Stella, la dolcezza nei suoi occhi non poteva essere fermata.
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Quasi nello stesso momento, alcuni uomini di mezza età si avvicinarono e il capo disse: "Come osate creare problemi nel nostro Pub, arrestate subito queste persone".
Blade, vedendo la situazione, quasi piange e striscia fino a stringere le cosce dell'uomo: "Vince, questa è la sua ......Mia, è qui per spaccare la scena, sapendo che è il vostro Pub, ancora non vi mette negli occhi, guardate la mia faccia, woo woo woo woo ... ..."
Vince lanciò un'occhiata a Blade, che era stato picchiato così tanto da non riuscire a riconoscere i suoi genitori, e guardò subito Mia. non si aspettava che la controparte fosse solo una ragazza, ma avendo il proprio territorio sfasciato da qualcuno, anche una ragazza non poteva essere risparmiata.
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Nel caos, Mia prese la mano di Stella e si fece largo tra la folla.
All'improvviso, un uomo stappò una bottiglia di vino e pugnalò Stella!
L'eroina non è una yuri o una lesbica, ma una specie di guardiana per Stella. Mia attribuisce grande importanza all'amicizia e ai suoi occhi gli amici sono come la famiglia. Ai suoi occhi, gli amici sono come la famiglia. Famiglia, amanti e amici sono sullo stesso piano. Può combattere per i suoi genitori, può rischiare la vita per il suo amante come Lucas e può affrontare il fuoco per la sua migliore amica riconosciuta.

Mia Anderson diede un calcio al ragazzo accanto a lei, poi si affrettò a prendere Stella Zhang tra le braccia, subendo l'attacco della bottiglia, con i frammenti taglienti che le incidevano la pelle e la sensazione di bruciore che si propagava lungo la schiena.
OnePlus... Stella vide il lampo di panico nei suoi occhi mentre si difendeva.
Tuttavia, Mia Anderson le sorrise e disse: "È tutto a posto, questa piccola ferita non è niente".
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Vince inizialmente voleva mandare i suoi uomini a inseguirli, ma vide Lucas Monroe appoggiato all'ingresso, con un piede appoggiato sull'altro lato della porta, in una posizione che chiaramente impediva loro di uscire.
Vedendo questo, Blade disse con rabbia: "Lucas Monroe, cosa vuoi dire?".
L'angolo della bocca di Lucas si sollevò leggermente, mostrando un'espressione sdegnata: "Niente, solo che non riesco a vedere un gruppo di uomini grandi che maltrattano una ragazza".
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"Il tuo uomo?" Lucas sogghignò: "Temo che tu non possa permettertelo".
È appena arrivato in una città, ma solo per coprire gli occhi della gente per mescolarsi con queste persone, che non hanno mai avuto l'intenzione di essere gli scagnozzi di nessuno, ma sono interessati a se stessi, pensando di essere solo il suo "capo".
Prima non mi preoccupavo di loro, ma visto che oggi cercano la loro morte, non c'è bisogno di essere educati.
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Lucas gli afferra il polso e gli dà una leggera spinta, il suono delle ossa disallineate è forte e chiaro, seguito dall'urlo di Blade, la bottiglia cade a terra e si rompe a metà.
Vince voleva inconsciamente portare con sé i suoi uomini, ma Lucas non aveva intenzione di creare problemi, si limitò a lanciare a Vince una pila di informazioni: "Questo è ciò che Blade e i suoi uomini hanno fatto in questa generazione, oltre alla sua collusione privata con le finanze e i rivenditori del vostro Pub, ha rubato un bel po' di soldi nel corso degli anni".
Vince prese le informazioni, anche se era scettico, ma le sfogliò un paio di volte, poi il suo volto cambiò radicalmente.
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Vince si girò a metà, chiuse le informazioni e poi diede istruzioni ai suoi uomini: "Portatelo via, voglio un buon processo".
Immediatamente, un gruppo di persone viene trascinato via da Blade.
Lucas sollevò di nuovo gli angoli delle labbra, rivelando un sorriso scherzoso.
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Per lui, la cosa più importante è seguire quella ragazza interessante.
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Mia condusse Stella in un luogo sicuro e, dopo essersi assicurata che nessuno le stesse seguendo, si fermarono a riposare.
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Tuttavia, prima che potesse avvicinarsi a Stella, vide che l'altra donna si era già avvicinata a Ryan e gli aveva afferrato la mano con entrambe le mani: "Ryan, la tua mano è ferita".
Mia diede un'occhiata alla mano di Ryan e si rese conto che le sue dita erano solo un po' scorticate.
E lei stessa ......